Your Name Poem by Rahman Henry

I can remember those yestermonths of the spring
And I love them
I can remember those lovelit nights
And I lament inside me silent

I bless your present days of oblivion
Though my heart weathering


Starting from five yesteryears
Still I have been painting your smile
On the wave of every waters
Painting your kisses on every apple
Painting your cascade hair in winds

And in my fist, I hold a sigh tight
That's your name...